Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Television,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
UT,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.